And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run!

4. From Thee, the overflowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop and die.

5. Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

O may we mount to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road!

XX.

HUNDRED AND SEVENTEENTH PSALM.

Imitated by Rev. Dr. Watts. Music, Denbigh.D.L.M by Rev. M. Madan.

FROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung

Through every land, by every tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word :

Thy praise shall sound from shore to
shore,

'Till suns shall rise and set no more.

XXI.

EASTER HYMN.

A celebrated Air, (by Pleyel.)

1. "CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,"
Sons of men and Angels say :-
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing ye Heavens, and Earth reply.

2. Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo, He sets in blood no more!

3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell! Death in vain forbids his rise: Christ hath open'd paradise !

4. Lives again our glorious King; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save ; Where's thy victory, O grave?

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XXII.

ERE I SLEEP.

An admired Evening Hymn.

1. ERE I sleep, for every favour This day shew'd

By my God,

I will bless my Saviour.

2. O my Lord, what shall I render To thy name,

Still the same,

Gracious, good, and tender!

3. Visit me with thy salvation Let thy care

Still be near,

Round my

habitation.

4. Thou my rock, my guard, my tower,

Safely keep

(While I sleep)

Me with all thy power.

5. And whene'er in death I slumber, May I rise

With the wise,

Counted in their number.

XXIII.

HYMN FOR GOOD-FRIDAY.

Words by Dr. Watts. Music by Mr. Bradbury. Semi-Chorus.

WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross On which the Prince of Glory died; My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.*

Trio-very slow.

See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Full Chorus.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands

soul, my life, my my

all!

Galatians vi, 14.

XXIV.

EASTER ODE.

Words by the Hon. and Rev. Walter Shirley.

Music, Woolwich, (by Milgrove.)

Chorus.

FROM heaven the loud, th' angelic song began ;

It shook the skies, and reach'd astonish'd

man :

By man re-echoed, it shall mount again;

Quartetto.

While fragrant odours fill the blissful plain. Chorus.

Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, O'er earth, o'er heaven the Lord of all; Ye princes, rulers, powers obey,

And low before his footstool fall!"
Quartetto and Chorus.

The deed was done; the Lamb was slain;
The groaning earth the burthen bore:
He rose, he lives; he lives to reign!
No time shall shake his endless power.
Riches, and all that deck the great,
From worlds unnumber'd hither bring;
The tribute pour before his seat,

And hail the triumph of your King!